Nostalgia...

Good Evening and Happy Summer!

...It is kind of bittersweet to be sitting here blogging tonight. Finals week is over, my dorm room is a barren rectangle resembling a prison cell, my apartment is a literal category 5 disaster zone, my friends are scattered about the country many miles away, and I am exhausted. So, despite the relief that is coursing through my veins after survivng the most hectic semester of my college career and the contentment of knowing I have no papers or studying or chemistry assignments to do for a good while, I am suffering from nostalgia.

To begin, let me pick up where I left off. I managed to control my fingers well enough (I had a few "ummm...I'm going to start that one over" moments) to earn an 'A' on my piano final. I got a 64% on my organic chemistry final....let that sink in. Okay, now that you're sufficiently concerned about the damage that caused my GPA, I'll explain. The final was a standardized devil and I answered 44 out of 70 questions correctly, which was actually not too bad. Dr. Wu curves the grades, so in the end, my transcript grade was very pleasing. And as for the rest of the finals, they are done, mastered, completed, dominated - all of the above. To celebrate, I initiated a little hands on learning on Thursday night. A couple of my favorite organic chemistry classmates/friends assisted me in my studies of combustion. The lesson involved a campfire and my weathered organic chemistry lab book - the one with missing and detached pages rejected by the man buying back books.....I'll let you fill in the details. :) I'm missing many things right now, but chemistry isn't very high up there on my list.

Finals completed, my next demanding task was moving. OH MY STARS, it was definitely a DEMANDING task. You see, I have this problem of getting all emotional/reminiscent when I try to pack and it adds hours of time to the task. I've moved out of the dorms and back in three times now, and I still forget how crappy of a job it really is. I am always amazed by how much stuff I have in such a small space and somehow acquire a ton of junk every year. I always start off my packing with good intentions of being organized and neatly packing my boxes. I end in a terrible and exhausted state, simply grabbing armfuls of random, unrelated items and chucking them freely into all odd corners of my car. And then of course, exhausted and irritated after the packing of car, my mood gets a good kick in the face when I go to unpack the car in the transfer to the apartment. This year, my roomies and I all managed to find absolutely no time for any sort of pre-packing/moving. The result: our apartment is a literal disaster zone. There is a futon in the living room that is unreachable because of all of the boxes and totes and bags littering every inch of the ground from the door to its position. There are clothing explosions coming out of the closets and piles of "what the heck is this and why do I even own it" blocking accessibility to every other desired location in the place. My shoes are claiming a section of the bed that I can't even walk to. If you aren't picturing this yet, take the following into consideration: we had pizza on Friday night, and I suggested taking the empty pizza boxes and throwing them into the mess because they would be appropriate decoration....in layman's terms: IT'S A DISASTER!

Graduations! AHHHHH! I was an emotionally unstable basket case yesterday. Though I am very excited for, and proud of, all of the seniors, their big milestone day was bittersweet. I love a big handful of them dearly and am sad to see them leave me. :( And as if that weren't enough to process, I was saying goodbye to dozens of other friends I won't see for three months. It's just so strange to see and live with people every day and then all at once be gone. Add to the mix the fact that I am still hanging on the verge of unemployment and it makes for a lot of emotional turmoil.

So I am sitting at home right now, too exhausted to process that this isn't just another weekend. I went from a crazy/hectic/frantic schedule to a virtually directionless state in a matter of hours. I am now going to take advantage of the relaxation that I feel is well over-due and SLEEP. Perhaps when I wake at some odd hour tomorrow, my mind will be willing to catch up with time and desire to blog a "highlights" post and then celebrate SUMMER!! :)

Goodnight!